The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The vellum was cold against Elias’s fingertips, a chill that seemed to seep through the skin and settle in the marrow. He held the folio up to the guttering tallow candle, the ink on the page black and sharp as a crow’s beak. Father Thomas stood in the shadows of the scriptorium, his hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of stone. "It is here," Elias whispered, his voice cracking in...

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